Neverwinter Forest porcine

My what? He didn't know the word.

Again, he would state the obvious: I am a soldier, I am here to guard, or to kill. Point me after something to kill and I will do it. Solharr wants this land for himself and so I walk it for him, in his name. Just because she was married to the man (or to-be-married) didn't earn her voice any strength or her authority any creedence.

She looked bothered by his disinterest; good, thought Glaukos. A lesson for the witchblood, then. If she was accustomed to telling men what to do, then he would be obliged to enlighten her.

I do my work for the sake of the work. I don't need trinkets from you, woman. That was as clear as he could get about it. Why was that so strange? Did everyone with witch blood grow up learning to barter? Glaukos wanted to be done with contracts; they had only ever amounted to problems.